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My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 8

  • Posted on June 4, 2017 at 6:56 pm

By Purple Les

I took Mom’s hand and led her to her bedroom. When we went inside, I guess we both felt kind of shy.

“I like to make it sort of romantic, Katy.” Then I watched as Mom pulled the drapes closed. She took about a half dozen candles out of a drawer and spaced them around the room and lighted them. She has a dresser with a big old round mirror on it and a vanity with another big round mirror on it. I’m really not sure why she has the vanity, she doesn’t wear makeup hardly. It’s mostly covered with books and clothes. I sat on her bed while she was doing that. Her bed’s so big and soft compared to my bed. I could see myself sitting there in the mirrors.

Mom also lighted a stick of incense. The room looked very pretty. All nice and warm in the candle light. It smelled nice too.

I got off the bed and stood up on the little bench by Mom’s vanity. That made me the same height as Mom.

“Come here and kiss me, Mom.”

Mom walked slowly over to me. I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly moved my face towards hers. She closed her eyes. I pressed my lips to hers gently, just touched them together. Her mouth felt so hot I pulled away fast. Then I tried it again. I left my lips on hers a little longer each time. I moved my arms around her back and held her tight.

I opened my mouth a little to match the size of her mouth and touched my tongue to her lips. She opened her mouth some, and I put my tongue in her mouth a little. She made a little moan sound. She sucked my tongue in her mouth farther. I felt one of her hands move down my back and onto my butt. I moved one hand down to her butt and squeezed her butt cheek. Then I put my other hand under her sweater and shirt and felt her bare back. We did that for I don’t know how long. I couldn’t figure time or anything. I just loved the moment we were in. It took a little time to adjust for the different sizes of our mouths and tongues, but once we did it was super hot. My knees were getting all weak and I had to break the kiss and sort of sit on her little bench looking up at her.

“You okay, Katy? Want to stop?”

“No, I’m okay, but my knees are all rubbery.”

Mom was just looking at me. She looked shy, but I could see her nipples were all hard under her sweater, and she was kind of breathing hard. Her big brown eyes were shining in the candle light.

I swallowed hard, reached out and held her hand with both of mine. Her hand seemed so big all of a sudden. It was soft yet firm. I kissed her hand. My voice sounded funny to me when I looked up at her and said,”I want you to take off all your clothes, Mom.”

Her eyes went wide. “Um, oh you want me to uh… take off… uh… everything?”

“I want to see you bare naked!”

Mom looked really shy. She looked like I felt when I had to go to the doctors and the nurse would tell me to take off all my clothes.

“I think you’re beautiful, Mom. I only got a little look at you when you were under the Christmas tree with Sammie. I know Lucy saw you naked, and I know Mary saw you naked. I know for sure you’ve been naked with Sammie, Penny, Aunt Billie, and Aunt Sue. I want to see you naked so bad, Mom. Please. Please, you’ve let all of them see you bare. Please do it for me. Please.”

Mom smiled at me. She bent over and kissed the top of my head. Then she took a couple steps backward. She pulled her heavy black sweater off. Then she undid the button and zipper on her worn out blue jeans. If I had gone blind right then it would have been okay. I would have been happy if the last thing I ever saw was Mom in the candle light, her gray t-shirt with her tits poking against the fabric and her jeans opened up with her black panties showing.

She pulled down her jeans. It’s always a little awkward taking your pants off standing up, and we both laughed a little as she hopped around trying to keep her balance. I liked seeing her boobs bounce around under her t-shirt.

Neither one of us was laughing as she took hold of the bottom of her t-shirt, though. She pulled her shirt off over her head and there she was in just her panties. I was fascinated by her boobies. They looked so big and heavy, yet they didn’t sag very much. Her nipples stuck straight out at me. Then she put her thumbs in the waist band of her shiny black panties.

She watched my face as she pulled them slowly down. They went to the floor by themselves after she had them past her knees. Mom stepped out of them and stood there.

I thought she was perfect. Her dark hair was over the front of her shoulder on one side and hanging down her chest just down to her tit, the other side of her hair was behind her ear and down her back. The candle light made her nipples cast shadows on her breasts. There was a dark triangle of hair over her pussy. Her pussy lips were big and shiny. Her legs were long and shapely. Her feet looked small to me, but they weren’t. I guess they just looked that way because of her big breasts. The more I looked at her the more I wanted to look.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom.” My voice sounded croaky like a frog. I felt weird inside, like the first time I got naked with Sammie. “Um, so you think girls are sexy? I mean even though I don’t have boobs or hair down there, you still think I’d be sexy to you?”

“Oh, Katy.” Mom sighed, “When Mary undressed her little sister in front of us I almost came right there in my pants. When I saw Mary nude the next day, it was all I could do not to make love to her right then and there. When I get to be with Sammie or Penny, they hardly have to do anything but be nude for me to come. When you were seven and told me you could take your own baths and showers by yourself, that you were a big girl, I was so sad that I wouldn’t see you nude anymore. The thought of you and Mary or you and Sammie naked together… it’s so erotic to me. Even with your clothes on you turn me on more than any little girl I’ve ever seen or been with. I can’t think of anything more beautiful to me than a young girl, especially my own daughter.”

“So you’d really like to see me naked?” Mom’s eyes closed and opened very slowly, she swallowed hard, and she nodded her head. “Okay, Mom. I want you to get on the bed. I want to watch you masturbate while I take off all my clothes for you.” Just saying that out loud to Mom made me even more horny than I already was from seeing her naked.

I felt really odd trying to be the one sort of in charge. I had no idea what I was doing or if Mom would like any of it.

I watched Mom pull down the bedspread and blanket. I liked seeing her bare ass when she had her back to me. She went to her closet and got something out that she put on the bed. Mom said in a shy sort of voice, “I can get pretty messy when I masturbate.” Then she got on the bed.

She put a pillow against the headboard and lay against it. Her legs were straight and spread out. I could see her pussy real good. Then she started to move her finger up and down her pussy.

I took off my socks and sweater and then I stood up on the bench. As soon as I stood up, Mom put two fingers in her pussy and her other hand was rubbing her clit.

I unbuttoned my overalls and they fell to my ankles. I got them out of the way. Mom grabbed her panties off the bed and was using them to rub her pussy. “I uh, I get so wet, Katy. This helps.”

I just had on my blue cotton panties and my long sleeve t-shirt. The t-shirt came to the middle of my thighs, and I wondered to myself what I should take off first. I reached up under my shirt and pulled my panties down. I tossed them at Mom. She picked them up and smelled them. Then she started to use them to rub herself with instead of her own panties.

I pulled my arms out of the sleeves of my shirt. I was still covered up but I think Mom could see my arms moving under my shirt to my pussy. I just had to touch myself a little cause it was so hot watching Mom masturbate.

Then I took a deep breath like I was about to dive into a swimming pool, and took off my shirt. Before I even had my shirt over my head I heard Mom kind of gasp. When I had the shirt off I saw Mom doubled over on the bed and she was saying ‘shit, oh, fuck yeah, oh, oh,oh fuck.’

Mom was staring at my pussy when she said, “Sorry, I just couldn’t stop from coming.” Then she gave a silly kind of laugh and asked me what was next.

I stepped off the bench then jumped on the bed onto me knees, and laid on my tummy. “I want you to rub your boobies and nipples all over me, Mom. First all over my back then all over my front.”

Mom laughed and said, “Okay, sure.”

I felt her boobies on my back, they felt heavy and soft and her nipples felt hard as they moved down my back. I loved how they felt on my butt. Then she moved them down the back of my thighs and it felt so good. Then Mom turned me over. I watched as she moved her boobs up my legs. She held her one breast as she moved her big hard nipple up and down my slit. That was super cool, seeing her rub my pussy with her tit.

Mom moved up more, touching her big tits against my little ones. She moved her tits over my face and we laughed. Then Mom put a tit right over my mouth and told me to suck it. I was real gentle with it cause I remembered Sammie and Mary liked it that way. But Mom said, “Suck it harder, Katy, real hard. Yeah good, bite it now! Use your teeth on it.”

Then Mom put her other tit in my mouth and I pulled on the wet one while I bit and sucked the other one. I thought it was sort of weird, but Mom seemed to really be enjoying it.

“Katy, I want to kiss every inch of you.” She started on my face and ears and neck. Mom’s lips and tongue felt so hot, like a wet fire moving on my skin. She kissed up and down my right arm, then across my chest, then down my left arm, sucking my fingers into her mouth and then back up my arm again. Then she went to my nipples. She was very gentle with them. Then down my belly. She didn’t spend any time on my pussy which disappointed me. She kissed up and down my legs going back and forth between each leg. She sucked my toes which was weird and I was surprised it didn’t make me laugh like when my feet got tickled.

Mom rolled me over onto my tummy and sucked my toes some more before kissing up and down the backs of my legs. She kissed my butt cheeks, but only briefly. Then she kissed up my back and my neck and ears again.

I loved all her hot kisses all over me. Then she kissed down my back again. She put her hands on my ass cheeks. I felt her tongue move up and down my butt crack. Then while her tongue was moving down my butt crack, she stopped at my butt hole. She kissed my butt hole and then she started licking it. I could feel her tongue moving all around it and in and out of it too.

It felt so good I started to rub my pussy against the bed, but then Mom lifted my hips up so I couldn’t do that. My butt was in the air now and my face was on the bed and I couldn’t touch myself down there. Mom was licking my asshole like crazy. I didn’t think it was possible, but I thought I was about to have a cum even though nothing was touching my pussy.

Then she stopped. “Aw, Mom, don’t stop now! Please don’t stop!”

“Shhhh, it’s okay, I saved the best for last.”

Mom turned me over on my back. She was on her hands and knees facing toward my middle. She looked me in the eyes and then she looked at my pussy. Her head moved down slowly to my bald mound. I was watching her like it was a dream or a movie or something. Then her tongue and mouth were on my pussy.

Then she had the back of my knees on her shoulders, the heels of my feet on the middle of her back. Her hands were on my ass kind of holding me half in the air. I didn’t know for sure what she was doing with her tongue and mouth on me down there, but she sure knew. All I knew was that I was pushing my pussy against her mouth, and I had my hands on the back of her head pushing it down against me.

I heard somebody yell ‘oh golly.’ I guess it was me cause Mom’s mouth was full of my pussy, and it sounded like something stupid I would say.

One time Mr. Tran told me about his religion, and something called nirvana. I think that’s where I was all of sudden, nirvana. Because the next thing I knew I was so blissful.

The room slowly came back into focus. I heard someone talk. I looked over and there was Mom laying by me. She was twirling a lock of my hair around her finger. She had a smile on her face, and her eyes were half shut.

I couldn’t speak. I just looked at her. Mom said, “Hmm, did you like that, my little baby girl angel?” I just nodded my head a little. I guess a few minutes, or maybe hours or days or years went by before I could talk.

“I love you, Mommy,” were the first words I got out. I felt something hot and wet come out of my eye, and roll down my cheek. When it reached my mouth is tasted salty. Mom kissed my cheek. Her other finger, the one not twirling my hair, was making little circles around my tits.

We just laid there a long time. I felt like we were the same person. All our thoughts and feelings the same. Then I felt very alive again. I got up on my knees and grabbed Mom’s boobies.

“Hey, Mom! Spread your legs and close your eyes, I’ll give you a nice surprise. No wait, keep your eyes open instead. Mom, I’m gonna lick your pussy. I’m gonna turn so you can look at my pussy and my butt hole too. If you want to touch me you can, but I want you to relax while I lick you, okay?”

“Sure, sugar. Anything you want.” Moms voice was soft and dreamy sounding.

Mom wasn’t kidding about her being sort of messy down there. She had all this cream all over her pussy lips. More than Sammie had on hers the time I licked her. I gave up trying to lick it all off of Mom. It just kept coming back faster.

Then she was feeling my ass and pussy up so much I was having trouble concentrating on what I wanted to do to her. So I moved so I was laying between her legs. She giggled, “You look silly with a big mustache, Katy.” I didn’t get it. I started doing the ABC’s on her clit. It was easy cause her clit was huge compared to Sammie or Mary. Compared to Lucy’s clit Mom’s seemed gigantic. I didn’t start the whole alphabet, I just kept doing M O M over and over.

I remembered what I’d seen Sammie doing to her so I put three fingers in her pussy while I licked her clit. As I moved my fingers in and out of her pussy, my pinkie finger kept poking into her butt hole, she didn’t seem to care so I didn’t either.

I was really having fun playing with Mom’s pussy. Then I heard her. She was having a cum. I was so happy I was making her cum, so I kept doing what I was doing. She was saying all kinds of dirty things so I kept going.

Then she moaned, and with every moan she kind of squirted some stuff out her pussy. It was moan squirt moan squirt, over and over. I could feel it hitting me all over my face and chest and shoulders.

Then she was trying to push my head away. I heard her say,”Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin! Shit! Stop Katy! Rumpelstiltskin! Rumple FUCKING STILTSKIN!”

It slowly came to me…. it’s our safe word. I stopped right away. “Sorry, Mom, I forgot the safe word for a minute.”

She looked at me and laughed and cried at the same time. “Oh shit, Katy. What a mess I made of you.”

“I don’t care.”

She pulled me up and had me lay on her, and she kissed and licked my face. Her one hand was on my ass.

“Hey Mom, would you put your finger in my butt hole a little so I can see what it feels like?”

“The best way is to have it right in there all the way fast.”

She opened her night stand drawer and pulled out a tube of something and put stuff all over her middle finger. Then she spread my ass cheeks with one hand and shoved her gunky finger right up my ass. I could see my face in one of the mirrors, and my eyes and mouth were like big O’s. It was like when she put her finger up there she turned off my brain or something. I just felt like duh, but I liked it.

“Katy, put your finger in your pussy while I move my finger around in your ass.” I did what she said and it felt so great. I felt her other hand come over and rub my little clit.

I had another come, a real nice one. Mom said,”Relax now, angel. I can’t get my finger out, you’re holding it too tight. Relax.” I felt her finger come out of my ass real slow. It felt neat.

We lay there next to each other giggling. I felt like when I had been with Mary, just doing dirty stuff that was our secret and loving it. Mom was just a grownup kid to me all of a sudden. Mom was doing stuff with me that was dirtier than anything me or Mary had thought of yet, but I really liked it.

Suddenly I had to pee, it just hit me all of a sudden. “I gotta go pee!” and I ran for the bathroom holding one hand over my pussy. Mom was right behind me. As I went to sit on the toilet she grabbed my upper arms and guided me to the bathtub.

“NO MOM! I really gotta pee, I’m gonna burst!” But she made me get in the tub, and then she laid down like she was going to take a bath. I was standing over her with my legs spread. I didn’t understand what was going on.

“It’s okay, Katy, go on and pee.” Mom was rubbing her pussy, finger fucking herself. “It’s okay, angel, I want to see you pee. Just go ahead and pee on me, I really want you to.”

I’d never even peed in front of anyone ever, and I for sure never peed standing up. Now as bad as I had to go nothing, would come out. I put my hands over my face, and tried to pretend I was alone in the woods and there was nothing to sit on and I had to pee. I felt a little bit dribble out and run down my leg. Then I took my hands off my face cause I heard Mom start to come again. Then my bladder let go. It looked like a fountain gushing out from my pussy. It was going all over Mom, and she just laughed and her pussy was squirting again. She was going ‘oh yeah,’ and then squirt, over and over. Finally after peeing like forever it seemed, my pee stopped coming out. Next, Mom moved her legs so that my legs were between hers. Then Mom peed too just laying there, it hit my ankles and feet, and felt so weird. Yeah, even weirder than my own pee hitting me. Seeing her pee like that was so weird, but it was sort of cool in a strange way and I started laughing.

“Mom! You are totally gross!” I couldn’t stop laughing.

Now she was laughing too. “Well, I notice you didn’t use the safe word Katy.” We couldn’t stop laughing. After we finally stopped, Mom got up. She rinsed our pee out of the tub and then we showered together.

We watched each other clean our fronts off. Mom washed my back, and I got her finger up my butt hole again. Then I washed her back and I stuck my finger up her ass. It was so tight, and her butt holding my finger felt really cool.

We rinsed off and dried off, and we went back to Mom’s room. She took that thing off that had caught all her pussy cum and put it in her clothes hamper. Then we got under the covers together and just lay there on our backs holding each other’s hand. We turned our heads toward each other’s face and laughed for a second and then kissed.

It was nice just being like that together. We talked some, but I don’t even remember about what, it was just nice to listen to her voice. We didn’t even notice the phone on the first ring, but on the second ring she said she’d get it. Mom leaned over me to reach the cordless phone on her nightstand, her boob hitting me in the face on her way to it. We giggled for a second as she lay back down and answered on the fourth ring.

“Hello? Oh hi, Billie. No, just laying around. What are you doing?” Mom held the phone so I could hear Aunt Billie talk. Mom also put her index finger over her lips to tell me to be quiet and just listen. I nodded my head yes.

“Well, I’m parked in front of the liquor store on the interstate, wondering if I should get red or white wine. What do you think, Carol?”

“Sure that will be fine.”

Aunt Billie laughed, “Okay. I’ll get one of each. I should still come over, right?”

“Oh yes, you’d better. You left me in quite a state the other night when you called.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Katy interrupt-us, I had to get my vibe out after I talked to you. Well tonight, Carol, I am going to make you scream with pleasure. How soon can you get Katy to bed?”

Mom smiled at me,”Oh soon enough I guess, Billie. You know how she loves her Aunt Billie though. She’ll want to visit with you for awhile like always.” Mom winked at me.

“Can you drug her or something, Carol?” Then I could hear Aunt Billie laughing, “When are you going to get her to join us, like Penny and Sammie?”

“Well, I guess no time soon, Billie. Don’t worry, I’ll put it on my dirty bucket list.”

“Hah! It’s more like your fuck it list. You sound sort of funny, honey. Is everything okay?”

“Yes fine, I’m just a little mellow feeling tonight, I guess. I guess all I need is my sexy, younger sister-in-law’s hot loving.”

“And you’re sure going to get it, and then some. I have a nice new DVD with me that my friend Ronnie made me.” Mom gave a little moan, and I could see her hand moving down there under the sheet. “You touching yourself now, Carol?”

“Yeah I am, little sis.”

“Listen, big sis, I want to hear all about you licking that hot five-year-old girl. I want to hear how Katy’s friend Mary looks naked too!”

“Oh, I’ll tell you every little detail, Billie. But first you’d better stop rubbing off in a parking lot and get in there for the wine.”

I could hear Aunt Billie laugh. Then they said goodbye and hung up.

Mom took her hand out from under the bed covers. She held two fingers up to my face. I licked them from the bottom to top and then put them in my mouth and sucked them. They tasted like Mom’s pussy. I liked that taste.

“Katy, how would you like to join me with your Aunt Billie? Have sex with me and her?”

I nodded my head yes so hard I hurt my brain. Mom clapped her hands like a little kid and smiled at me, kissing my cheek.

“We can do this two ways. We can tell Aunt Billie all about what happened with us when she gets here..” Mom put her face near mine, “…or…we could have a little fun with her. What do you think?”

“If you mean make her think everything is like it always is and then we surprise her by getting sexy with her, yeah, that would be fun.”

“That’s just what I mean, angel. I figure we have at least an hour before she gets here.” Mom pushed the covers back and I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her as she went around her bedroom.

She put on the lamp and started to blow out candles. “Oh please, Mom, can I blow them out?”

“Sure, angel.” I couldn’t reach the ones on her high dresser, so she wrapped her arms around my middle and held me up. I could feel my skin against hers as I blew them out.

“We should go around naked all the time,” I told her as she put me down.

“That’s doable, angel.” I watched Mom get another cloth thing out of the closet and put it over the sheets and then make the bed. I liked watching her move around naked. She winked at me. “We want to be ready for round two.”

Mom picked up my clothes and handed them to me. I put them under one arm and she took my other hand in hers.

She led me by the hand up to my bedroom. I loved watching her bare ass walking in front of me. I sat on my bed while I watched her look through my drawers.

“I’d like you to wear these pajamas tonight, angel.” I looked at them. They were new ones I’d gotten for Christmas. They were blue flannel with little cats all over them and were just a little bit too big on me.

“Shouldn’t I wear something sexy and see through, Mom?”

“Oh no, angel. Aunt Billie will love you in these. Especially when she sees you having to keep pulling the bottoms up to keep them from falling down. Stand up.”

I did and Mom put them on me like I was five years old instead of nine, but I didn’t really mind.

The bottoms had two snaps on them, one at the top and one in the middle of the fly part. Mom didn’t snap the middle one. If I sat right you could see my bare pussy. Mom was right about the other thing too. They stayed up but kept creeping down, and I had to keep pulling them up every few minutes.

I liked seeing Mom bare naked in my bedroom. Now there had been Sammie, Mary, and Mom all bare naked in my room.

I put on my robe and slippers and we went downstairs. I stood in Mom’s bedroom doorway, and she just put on her jeans and black sweater. Nothing else.

“How about we wait in the kitchen and have a snack, angel?”

As we sat at the table eating celery and peanut butter, I asked Mom what we would do.

“I have a few ideas, but I’ll decide once we get settled in.”

“What should I do?”

“You just be yourself and pretend it’s just like any other night when Aunt Billie comes over. I’ll take care of everything. You just relax. I promise we’ll have a good time.”

Mom put on the Christmas lights in the living room.

“Can we leave everything up another week?” I asked.

“Sure, angel, the tree’s still nice and fresh.”

We sat at the table talking and eating, and it did seem like any other night Aunt Billie came over. Then we heard a car pull in the driveway. A car door slammed and the doorbell rang.

Just like I always do, I shouted, “It’s Aunt Billie! I’ll get it, Mom!” Then I ran to the door. This was going to be fun!

Continue on to Chapter 9

 

Moonlight Dancers, Part One

  • Posted on June 4, 2017 at 3:32 pm

By Ebo

{ This story was originally posted at Loli Sapphism }

Sitting at her desk in her office, Kelly Chambers stared at the cell phone on her calendar in front of her and wondered if she shouldn’t have told her friend Becky no. She wasn’t one to turn away a friend in need, but this seemed like a bad idea. Chewing on her lip, Kelly thought about calling Becky back and telling her she couldn’t do it. She might have if Becky hadn’t sounded so frazzled on the phone and had said it was an emergency.

Kelly sat up straighter and thought, I’m making a bigger deal out of this than it really is. It’s just one night. It’ll be fine.

Standing up, Kelly circled her desk. With her hand on the doorknob, she took a deep breath to compose herself before exiting the office. As ready as she was going to get, Kelly opened the door and stepped out into the main area of her dance studio, Chamber’s Dance Academy. She saw Trouble sitting on the bank of bleachers that took up most of one wall.

Her real name was Vicky Winters, not Trouble. She was actually a pretty good kid, so Trouble didn’t really fit her. Vicky was Trouble for Kelly and probably no one else. Which wasn’t to mean she acted out in dance class because nothing could be further from the truth. She was the ideal student, attentive to instruction and eager to learn. Vicky was a passionate dancer and very skilled, graceful.

Vicky was trouble because she looked just like her mother had at twelve. Becky Winters had been her best friend and first love. Becky had never been lovelier than she had been that summer Becky’s family had moved away. Kelly didn’t figure it out until Becky was half way across the country, but she had been in love with the girl. She was left pining for a girl she couldn’t hold anymore. Kelly hadn’t really gotten over Becky, which is why when she took a partner, she sought out a brown-haired, brown-eyed girl. This would have been fine, but she liked her girlfriends slender, almost boyish in build. Basically, her type was Becky at twelve.

Again, this shouldn’t have been a problem — there were plenty of flat-chested brunettes in the sea — but she had also developed an affinity for middle-school-aged girls. She never acted on these urges, but when she saw a beautiful eleven-twelve-thirteen-year-old girl, her heart would beat a little faster. If one of those girls happened to look like Becky… Trouble.

Vicky was Trouble in spades. There was no doubt Vicky was Becky’s daughter. She had the same beautiful eyes and warm smile, same glossy brown hair and the same lithe and lean figure. It was more than just looks, though. Vicky had the same grace and confidence that Kelly had found irresistible in her mother at that age.

Kelly would be lying if she said she didn’t find Vicky attractive. It had been a long time since anyone had gotten in Kelly’s head like the lovely Vicky did when she walked into Chambers Dance Academy two months ago. That first glimpse of the girl had made Kelly’s heart skip a few beats, and that instant attraction had only gotten worse with each dance session.

Just how much worse was what worried Kelly. While she liked to look at young girls, there was never any real danger of her doing anything. Vicky in her leotard and white tights tempted her more than she liked to admit.

To make matters worse, Kelly thought the girl knew the spell she had Kelly under. In fact, Kelly was almost positive she did. Again, this would have been fine if Vicky reacted like a typical twelve-year-old girl should have when she realized her pervy dance instructor was interested in her — which was roll her eyes dramatically or tell her mother — but she didn’t. Instead, she started smiling at Kelly and finding reasons to talk to her more.

It was probably just wishful thinking, but Kelly got the feeling Vicky was testing her, feeling her out. Some of the things she said, the way she looked at Kelly seemed… flirty. Sometimes, Kelly felt like Vicky was trying to gauge her reaction.

Kelly didn’t think she hid her interest very well. Anyone with any kind of experience at reading a person’s body language would see right through her. Her only hope was that Vicky was inexperienced enough to miss the obvious signs Kelly was giving off. Unfortunately, something told her she wasn’t going to be that lucky.

Seeing Kelly coming, Vicky looked up from her phone. The girl favored Kelly with a smile that made her forget to breathe for a few seconds. There was so much potential for trouble in that smile. Kelly almost panicked, ran back to her office to call Becky and tell her she had changed her mind. Instead, she took another deep breath to calm herself before sitting next to the girl on the bleachers.

“Um, your mom called. She won’t be able to pick you up tonight,” Kelly said.

“I know,” Vicky said, holding up her phone, “she just told me. I’m staying with you tonight.”

“Looks like it,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

The corners of Vicky’s mouth turned up even more, and Kelly caught a glint of mischief in the girl’s eyes. Something in that smile made Kelly’s heart knock around her chest like a crazed animal in a cage.

Kelly didn’t like the nervous warble in her voice as she said, “Let’s get out of here, then.”

“Okay,” Vicky said, getting to her feet and picking up her little duffel bag in one lithe motion.

Watching the girl walk toward the exit, mesmerized by the tick of her backside, Kelly swallowed hard and got to her feet. Shaking her head, she forced herself to look away. She was going to have her hands full trying to keep her hands off the girl tonight.

Kelly followed Vicky outside, pausing to set the alarm and lock up the studio behind her. She hadn’t realized how badly her hands were shaking until she fumbled her keys trying to get them in the lock, dropping them. As she bent over to pick them up, she felt eyes on her. Straightening up, she glanced around the parking lot to see who was checking her out. The parking lot was mostly empty, and the only person in sight was Vicky, leaning against the hood of Kelly’s car. When Kelly met her eyes, the girl looked away, guiltily.

Oh God, Kelly thought, saying a little prayer, please let me be imagining things. Don’t let Vicky be interested in me. It’s hard enough to behave without knowing the girl might want the attention.

She managed to get the door locked, then pressed the button on her key fob to open her car doors. Vicky was sliding into the passenger seat as Kelly walked to the car. Kelly swore the girl was watching her approach, but the sun made it hard to see through the windshield. Still, she was certain. A little flustered by the girl’s attention, Kelly tried to act nonchalant but failed miserably.

Getting into the car, Kelly avoided meeting Vicky’s eyes. She jammed the key in the ignition, and the car came grumbling to life. The poor thing was on its last leg, should have been put to pasture years ago. If her classes continued to be booked solid, she was going to treat herself to a new car and finally let Charlie rest in peace.

One of her girlfriends had asked why she called her car Charlie and the best she could come up with was it looked like a Charlie.

As she put Charlie in gear, she said, “Alright, Charlie. Take us home.”

“You call your car Charlie?” Vicky asked, amused.

“Yeah,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

“You know,” Vicky said, looking around the car, “it kind of fits.”

Surprised, Kelly asked, “Yeah?”

Nodding, Vicky said, “Definitely.”

Huh, Kelly thought, wondering about Vicky’s reaction to the name of her car, does she really think Charlie is a good name for the car? I know Becky would have liked it, and Vicky has her mother’s quirky sense of humor. Maybe she really does like it.

“So… Where is Charlie taking us? I mean, where do you live?” Vicky asked.

“Brighton,” Kelly said.

“An apartment? House?” Vicky asked as they turned out of the parking lot.

“House,” Kelly said, glancing at the girl. Vicky’s curiosity was making her nervous. On the surface, her questions seemed innocent enough, but Kelly got the feeling there was more to them. What, she had no idea.

“Mom and I rent an apartment,” Vicky said, sighing, “I miss having a back yard.”

Smiling at the girl, Kelly said, “I have a big back yard. You are welcome to borrow it, although I guess there isn’t much daylight left. Days are getting short again.”

“I know,” Vicky groaned, shaking her head, “I can’t believe we are already back in school.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Summer vacation never lasts long enough.”

“Tell me about it,” Vicky agreed.

“How’s the new school treating you? Making friends?” Kelly asked.

“It’s okay. Still getting used to it,” Vicky said, then sighed. “I miss my old school, though.”

“Yeah, moving sucks,” Kelly said. When the girl smiled at her, Kelly realized they were bonding. Considering Kelly’s infatuation with Vicky, she wasn’t sure that was such a good idea. Still, she couldn’t spend the night avoiding talking to the girl. Well, she could, but that would be awkward for both of them.

“The bright side — I’ve made friends with a couple of girls from your class. I’m going to the movies tomorrow with Tessa,” Vicky said.

“Seeing anything good?” Kelly asked, coming to a stop at a red light.

“Suicide Squad.”

“Really? Your mom is letting you see that?” Kelly asked, glancing at the girl.

“It took some convincing,” Vicky admitted.

Laughing, Kelly said, “I bet it did.”

“God, I can’t wait to see it,” Vicky said, excitedly, “Harley Quinn looked so awesome in the previews. I’ve been trying to convince Mom to let me dress up as her for Halloween. Mom is saying no, but I think I can wear her down. Maybe guilt trip her about tonight.”

Kelly glanced at Vicky and forgot to breathe as she imagined the girl in her Harley Quinn costume. She looked away in a hurry, hoped the girl hadn’t seen her reaction. Kelly knew why Becky was saying no to the costume, but she’d love to open the door and see Vicky in fishnets, little booty shorts, and a baby tee standing on her doorstep. The girl would smile and say ‘trick or treat’ and…

Lost in her fantasy, Kelly almost passed her turn. She hit her turn signal, took the turn too fast. Not dangerously so, but noticeable. Vicky was looking at her funny and Kelly avoided meeting her eyes. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought the girl was smiling.

I need to get my head on right. Little fantasies like that can get me in a lot of trouble, especially with the girl staying the night, Kelly thought, trying to calm down.

“Um, I never thanked you for letting me stay. So you know, thanks,” Vicky said.

“You are welcome,” Kelly said, smiling at her. Not for the first time, she thought Becky had made a great kid. Vicky was beautiful, smart and funny, polite and respectful.

Vicky was quiet for a while, lost in thought. Finally, she said, “I wonder what was so important that Mom had to fly out tonight.”

“I don’t know,” Kelly said, laughing as she remembered the frantic phone call from Becky. “She sounded a little stressed out, trying to do a hundred things at once, so I didn’t ask. She didn’t seem upset, though.”

“Yeah, she sounded excited when I talked to her,” Vicky said.

“Maybe this is good news, then,” Kelly said, smiling at the girl.

“Maybe,” Vicky agreed, smiling back.

“We’ll see when she gets back in town tomorrow,” Kelly said, braking at a stop sign. Making a right turn, she steered Charlie onto her street. Two houses up, she turned into her driveway.

Looking out the windshield, Vicky was grinning as she said, “You know, I was trying to picture what sort of house you’d have. This is definitely the one.”

“What’s wrong with my house?” Kelly asked.

“Nothing. I love it,” Vicky said, blushing as she added, “I just meant it suits you.”

Kelly thought the house suited her, too. It was a bungalow with a wrap-around porch that had more square footage than the house itself. When the weather was warm, she spent a lot of time on the porch reading or surfing the web. Or sunbathing on the side deck.

Looking to her right, she was curious why Vicky thought this house suited her and asked, “Why do you say that?”

“I don’t know… I can just see you living here. Do you use the porch swing a lot?”

“I do,” Kelly said.

“I would, too,” Vicky said, sighing, “I’m jealous.”

Laughing, Kelly said, “Come on.”

They got out of the car, walking up the path to the front porch. Kelly slipped the key in the front door. Turning, she realized the girl wasn’t behind her, anymore. She laughed when she saw the girl on the swing. Kelly entered the alarm code, then closed the door behind. She sat on the swing next to the girl.

“I want this swing,” Vicky said.

“I thought you lived in an apartment?” Kelly said, amused.

“I could hang it in my bedroom,” Vicky said, gently rocking them.

“Sorry, Kiddo. You can’t have my swing,” Kelly laughed.

“A glass of iced tea, a good book… I would spend the whole evening right here reading,” Vicky said, stroking the bench cushion on the swing.

Substitute a glass of wine for the iced tea, and that sounds perfect, Kelly thought, having done just what the girl described many times. Many, many times.

“What sort of books do you like?” Kelly asked.

“Suspense, I guess. Like detective novels,” Vicky said, then laughed, “I’ve been reading the number books by Janet Evanovich. Do you know the ones I’m talking about?”

Nodding, Kelly said, “The Stephanie Plum novels.”

“Yes! I love them. I’m reading number seven right now,” Vicky said.

“That’s funny,” Kelly said, shaking her head, “I’m six books ahead of you, but I’m reading the Stephanie Plum books, too.”

“Really?” Vicky asked, her eyes widening.

“Yeah,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

“Cool,” Vicky said, then laughed. “It’s kind of funny…. You like the same books as me.”

Oh God, Kelly thought, with an inward groan, what if I start liking Vicky because she has great taste in books and porch swings and not just because she has great legs and a cute backside. Lust is one thing but a genuine connection…. She’d definitely be Trouble with a capital ‘T’.

Suddenly, sitting on the porch swing next to the girl seemed a little too intimate, too friendly, and Kelly got to her feet. Taking a deep breath, she said, “You are welcome to sit awhile, but I’m heading in.”

“I’m coming,” Vicky said, following her, “I want to see the rest of the house.”

———————-

“Um…” Vicky said, looking down at herself, “do you think I could take a shower? My clothes are sticking to me.”

“Yeah,” Kelly said, pointing down the hall, “second door on the left. There are towels in the closet.”

“Thanks,” Vicky said, pushing away from the center island she had been leaning against.

Kelly watched the girl walk down the hallway, her eyes once again drawn to the playful tick of Vicky’s backside. She was such a graceful girl that even when she wasn’t dancing, her movements seemed balletic. It was unstudied, probably unintentional, but hard to look away from. Vicky’s mother had had that same grace and poise, and Kelly had found it irresistible then, too.

Only when the girl turned into the bathroom could Kelly shake off the spell she had been under. Shaking her head at her weakness for the girl, Kelly took a few deep breaths and thought, Please let me get through the night without doing something stupid.

She headed to her bedroom to change out of her own dance clothes but didn’t make it. Kelly came to a dead stop when she noticed Vicky hadn’t completely closed the door behind her. The door was a little tricky, didn’t always latch. Rooted in her spot, Kelly watched the girl slip out of her leotard, wriggling it past her hips and letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She couldn’t breathe as Vicky straightened up, wearing nothing but a pair of white tights. The stretchy nylon hose revealed more than it hid, clung to Vicky’s long legs and pert backside like a second skin. She might as well be naked. Kelly swallowed hard as the girl turned slightly and she saw one small, pale breast. Standing there like that, Vicky was so beautiful and tempting that Kelly wanted her… so badly. The girl was even more lovely than she had imagined.

Vicky hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the tights, started to shimmy out of them. Kelly forced herself away from the open door. Hot with adrenaline and on legs like rubber bands, Kelly walked down the hallway to her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she leaned heavily against it. Leaving the open bathroom door and the view of a nearly naked Vicky behind had drained her, had taken a Herculean feat of will. She fought her own breathing and racing heart, trying to get them under control. She failed miserably.

When she closed her eyes, she could still see the twelve-year-old undressing as clearly as if she was still standing right in front of her now. It was an image she doubted she’d ever forget, would haunt her fantasies for a long time. Not that she wanted to forget…. Ashamed or not, she had loved the way Vicky had looked standing there in just her white tights. She could no more deny it than she could the flush of heat spreading between her thighs.

“God, I’m a mess,” she said out loud, rubbing her earlobe absentmindedly. When she realized she was doing it, she snatched her hand away from her ear. It was a nervous tick of hers and spoke volumes about her state of mind.

Pushing away from the door, she stripped out of her dance clothes. Her sweaty clothes went into the hamper, and she slipped into her silk robe. She pulled the scrunchy from her hair, shaking out the ponytail she wore for dance practice.

She left her room, returning to the kitchen. Vicky must have spotted the open door because it was closed now. This was for the best because the shower stall was glass and even fogged up, would have given Kelly a fantastic view of Vicky’s naked, soapy body. Just thinking about Vicky all naked, wet and slippery didn’t do anything for Kelly’s state of mind.

In the kitchen, she pulled a bottle of Jim Beam from the freezer, poured about four inches in the bottom of a drinking glass. She filled the rest of the glass with some Coke from the fridge. Taking a sip, she made a face. It was much more stout than the ones she usually made, the ratio of bourbon to soda about two to one.

She took a long pull, the alcohol burning all the way down. She needed it to kick in, needed something to calm her nerves. The last thing she needed was for Vicky to finish her shower and see her still a flustered mess. She finished half the glass in one gulp.

Kelly was putting her empty glass in the sink when Vicky came into the kitchen. Her hair was still damp, and she had a dry towel wrapped around her, a knot between her small breasts. The alcohol had just started to make Kelly feel fuzzy, but seeing Vicky standing there in just a towel sobered Kelly up in a hurry.

“Feel better?” Kelly asked, her voice thick, but that had nothing to do with the alcohol.

“Much. Thanks,” Vicky said, leaning against the counter.

“Um… Make yourself comfortable. The TV remote is on the coffee table,” Kelly said, pushing away from the sink, “I’m going to grab a shower, then we’ll figure out what to do for dinner. Are you hungry for anything?”

“Mom and I usually get Chinese after practice,” Vicky said, smiling. “It’s becoming a tradition.”

“Chinese it is. I could go for some pepper steak, myself,” Kelly said.

“What’s the address here?” Vicky asked, digging her cell phone out of her purse, “I’ll call it in while you’re in the shower.”

Kelly rambled off the address, then said, “There is a Golden Dragon Restaurant menu on the fridge. Should have their phone number.”

Grinning, Vicky said, “Don’t need it. I’ve got it memorized.”

“Really?” Kelly asked, laughing.

“Like I said, a tradition,” Vicky said, smiling. “We always order the same thing — a number six with an extra egg roll, a number eight and a number seventeen.”

“Well order whatever you want and get me a number twelve. Oh, and a small number thirty,” Kelly said.

“What’s a number thirty?” Vicky asked, dialing.

“Pork fried rice,” Kelly said.

“Oh. I’ll make it a large if you don’t mind sharing,” Vicky said, putting the phone to her ear.

“I don’t know…. I’m pretty serious about my fried rice,” Kelly teased.

Rolling her eyes and laughing, Vicky said, “Go shower.”

Kelly left the girl to place their order, heading down the hallway for a much-needed shower. She made sure the door latched, even though she doubted that Vicky had any interest in sneaking a peek at a naked thirty-two-year-old woman.

Continue on to Part Two